Look who's fan is in his hands upon the ground of sifting instruments with teeth a place for the called for we call it the floor into the air in this time of threshing
bara devlam davlam bara devlam bara istenem
by the hooves of beasts round this winnowing pile golden sheaves the gleaming plain for miles lift up your iron heel spin Ezekiel's wheel
him lord of hosts him lord of hosts
every secret sin on and of this earth grows fierce from the ground instruments with teeth instruments with teeth cut them downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
